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Face pressed to the mattress, I shake my head again, my thighs tightening together.
“Woman, you are testing my patience.”
His teeth sink down into the flesh of my ass, and I cry out, the sound muffled against the bed, my body shaking as he marks me again, his lips closing down to suck hard with a sensual kiss.
His patience snaps when he pushes to his feet and notches his cock at my body, a full thrust forward sinking him deep.
“Fuck, you’re tight like this.”
Another hard thrust and another before his fist is in my hair again pulling me up so that my back is against his chest. His hand takes possessive hold of my tit while he continues to move inside me, his fingers pinching the nipple so that a line of sensation shoots down my body to my core.
I hiss at the pleasure, my head falling back as his mouth presses to my ear. “I’m beginning to believe you do this on purpose.”
His teeth softly catch my jaw as I grin. “Maybe, oh...”
Ezra pushes deeper inside me suddenly, my body stretched taut, his palm shaping and squeezing my breast as our bodies slap together.
“Then I guess it’s too fucking bad I’m not playing around with you anymore.”
He pulls out of me and flips me to my back, his hands forcing my knees apart before he lifts my hips from the bed and thrusts fully inside me. I watch with fascination as the muscles in his abs bunch and flex, the shimmer of sweat over his tan skin as his hips roll between my legs with every thrust.
He fucks me so hard that my breasts bounce over my chest, his eyes studying the sight of me, pure heat dripping from his expression before he leans down to take my mouth with his. He tastes like whiskey and my body, like salt and sweet, like a man who won’t be denied no matter how much I fight.
I get off almost instantly, an orgasm bursting in wave after wave of excruciating pleasure, his name falling from my lips as my hands dive into his hair and hold on for the ride.
Maybe it’s the pain that gets him off, or the sound of my voice, but he thrusts forward one more time so forcefully and deep that my body arches up to feel him come deep inside me.
When my muscles give out and I’m practically melting into the mattress, he laughs against my cheek. “It’s like you think I’m done.”
He wasn’t.
Not after the second time, or the third, this man exhausting me so thoroughly that by the time he’s cleaning us both up, I can barely keep my eyes open.
“I need to get back to my room,” I mumble, my voice weak and consciousness hazy.
All Ezra does is press up behind me, his arm wrapping around my waist to tug me close.
“Just stay here for a little while, Em. I won’t let you fall asleep.”
Sorrow is in his voice, a sound that freezes me in place and makes it impossible to leave.
Ezra promises again to keep me from falling asleep.
Yet that’s exactly what he does.
I wake up the next morning to a door opening, to a deep voice talking to Ezra, to a familiar voice stopping mid-sentence, the sudden quiet jarring me into opening my eyes.
God, how I wish I’d kept them closed.
The only way to describe Damon’s expression is complete and utter loss. He looks like he’s been punched in the chest. Like the wind is knocked out of him, like there isn’t enough oxygen in his blood for his mind to process thought.
Damon freezes in place as my mind scrambles to remember last night, to remember where I’m sleeping, to remember who’s lying next to me without any clothes.
Fuck...
“Damon,” I say, pushing myself up while holding the sheet to my chest. “Wait.
His stare cuts through me. “Friends, huh?”